The Big Day!Wow! I'm still on a bit of a high, and it's now a full day after the race.
Yesterday was totally awesome! It all started when my alarm went off at 5:15am after a somewhat unsettled sleep. For some reason I dreamt about misbehaving students that I could not control (why I had this nightmare, I do not know, considering how good I've been feeling about my teaching lately). Not surprisingly, I had trouble eating breakfast and forced down a half-bowl of porridge while chatting with Aaron (Short Nic's partner) who was also up early since he was doing the race too. I didn't have time to force more food down my throat as I had to get on the road to Picton.
I showed up at registration to drop off my bike that I had equipped with sweets and a motivational message for myself.

I met up with Aaron and we roamed around waiting for the race briefing to begin and met up with other competitors that we knew. Fortunately, I had convinced Claire to help me out with the transfer of my kayak from Peter's house to Waikawa Bay (yes, Peter was letting me use his neighbours kayak so I didn't have to rent one).
I should mention that the weather was total crap at this point - cold, damp, and windy. In fact, the forecast all week had been calling for gale-force winds. We were all wondering whether or not this would be true!
The race briefing was led by Peter and was short and sweet. It was pretty neat watching Peter stand up there in front of the crowd, doing his thing and kick-off this grand event.

From there, we immediately loaded onto the Beachcomber Cruise Boat and set off across the rocky waters to Mistletoe Bay where the race started. I tried to nibble on the energy bar that we received in our race pack since I was worried about how little breakfast I had eaten. Although I only finished half of it, I was pleased that I had managed to finish my 500 ml Nalgene bottle of water that I filled up that morning.
Unfortunately, my race did not start off great. I felt like total crap during my run. I started off nice and easy like I had planned - not pushing too hard up the hill that the race course started on. But as time passed, I didn't feel any better. I could not push any harder, even as the hill began to flatten out. I did my best to continue hydrating and taking in some fuel, but nothing seemed to work. I felt myself slowing down and couldn't do anything about it. Knowing that I had a bike-ride and kayak ahead of me prevented me from feeling like I could push any harder. All I could do was look out at the spectacular views when I could see them and just keep thinking about how lucky I was to be doing this race -- quite possibly one of the most scenic races I will ever do!
I finally finished the run 1hr and 32 mins later -- a solid 7 mins slower than my training run the previous weekend. Disappointing to say the least. However, I cleared my head, transitioned into my bike gear, forced down some more gel, gulped some more water, and set off down the road.
I was actually shocked to see how few bikes were left in the transition area. Realizing exactly what this meant, I did not feel a huge sence of urgency ahead of me. I took my time getting into a good rythm and made sure I had some more water. As I encountered the first major hill I realized that I had been holding my foot in a weird position on the pedal and tried to flatten it out. This resulted in a tweak that felt like the start of a really bad foot cramp. Fearing this horrible pain I quickly jumped off my bike and put all my weight on my foot. I did my best to straighten it out and gulp down some more water before hopping back on my bike. Phew... I had managed to avoid that one!
I continued along the way, remembering all of the tips that Peter had given me on our training rides. Although one guy passed me (he was clearly held up by a slow teammate on the running section) I managed to reel in and pass a few people. As time progressed I started to feel better and better. I was quite proud of my hill climbing ability compared to where I had started a few months back.

Since it had been raining off and on, the road was wet which made me slightly more cautious on the downhills, but I still managed to enjoy them! I'm pretty sure that I had a huge grin pastered across my face while I squeeled with delight on the inside!
By this point I had been hit with some pretty fierce headwinds. While climbing up another hill I was starting to reel in another biker. But just before I caught up, we were hit by a huge gust of wind. I saw the cyclist ahead struggle and have to put her foot down. At the same time I was actually blown off my bike! Had I not managed to unclip my foot from the pedal, I am pretty sure I would have tumbled down the cliff on my left, with my bike attached to my feet. Phew! Managed to save myself that time! But, this did come at the expense of another leg cramp that had to be dealt with before proceeding.
One final downhill gave me one last rush of pleasure and glee! As I approached the roundabout into Picton, I was struck by another gust of wind -- this time sending me from the complete left side of the road directly over to the complete right side of the road in the span of about 0.5 seconds! Had there been a car approaching, there most certainly would have been a head-on collision. After pulling myself together and picking up the momentum that I had lost, I continued.
As I made my way through Picton and towards Waikawa Bay I passed by several cyclists going the opposite direction. This reassured my prediction that the kayak course had been modified to stay within Waikawa Bay and that we would have to cycle the rest of the way back to Picton. However, when I arrived at the kayak transition, I got off my bike and was given some instructions from a marshall that greeted me. I ran towards a chute where my number was taken, and told to turn around, get back on my bike, and ride back into Picton. To which I responded with "WHAT?! No kayak!!??" I was bummed!
Bummed, but on a high! There was such a buzz of people around me and I'd finally caught up with more competitors. I did not feel tired at all! I pushed myself really hard, trying to reel in a few more bikers. When I got to the Picton foreshore I had no idea what to do. Realizing the the cyclist that was just ahead of me was running down the grass to the finish line, I followed her lead. A final sprint to the end and I crossed the line ahead of her.
I felt so good! I was so proud of myself. I had finished -- even though it was not the race that I was expecting, it was still a tonne of fun. I ran into Gemma who helped me to find my transition bags, and also met up with Claire and Short Nic. I'm pretty sure I sounded delirious! Telling them some of my race stories at the rate of 1000 words per minute. I was ontop of the world! Convinced that I MUST do more races like this!



The rest of the afternoon was spent gathering up gear, moving kayaks, and sharing race stories while hanging out in a cafe called "The Barn" while waiting for the Prize Giving Ceremony. Turns out I missed out on lots of excitement at the kayak transition area - where Nic and Gemma had spent most of their time. Apparently Waikawa Bay turned into total chaos due to the weather and poor communication. Claire started off doing the "full" course in Waikawa Bay since her teammates were so super speedy fast and she was one of the first ones in the water! By the time Aaron hit the course, the conditions had worsened and he was headed out on a "shortened" course. He claims he spent approximately 8 mins kayaking and 10 mins swimming and waiting for assistance from a rescue boat. Shortly thereafter, they decided to close off the kayak section all-together - hence why I missed out.
The prize giving was also a bit chaotic since the results were garbled due to the rain and weather making some of the results illegible. After watching the girls in my category go up on stage for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place I realized they had made a mistake. I knew the person that got 3rd and I was 100% certain that I finished ahead of her. Since I was totally bummed that I was going to miss my "moment of fame" I went and talked to someone about it. The next thing I knew, Peter was announcing my name and correcting the mistake. While I was walking up to the stage he took some time to tell the crowd how excited he was for me and also share stories about who I was, where I came from, and how wonderful a maths teacher I was, along with a whole bunch of other things that I don't even remember.
While receiving my prize, all I could think about was how much I wanted to say something about Peter. So while walking down the stairs, I turned around and walked back up and asked if I could say a few words. This is where Claire and Nic decided that I was officially crazy, but I couldn't resist. I stepped up to the microphone and took a minute or two to tell the crowd how inspiring Peter Yarrel was, and how generous and kind he has been to me. I think I finished by saying that Peter will always have a soft-spot in my heart. When I turned around, I couldn't help but notice that he had a few tears in his eyes... Awesome!

By the end of the day I was knackered! Fortunately Claire offered to drive me home. I was supposed to join Peter and many others for dinner in Picton but didn't think I could because I felt too wiped. Somehow I was able to find my second wind and decided to go for it! It was a lovely evening at Dylan's mom's boutique restaurant called "Escape to Picton". I sat at the "young adult" table with Peter's son and his partner, and two other top racers. Conversation, interestingly enough, was centred around long-distance bike tours. I did my best to convince them to try a cross-Canada bike trip!
At the end of the evening I gave Peter a small gift that I had spent a considerable amount of time thinking about: two picture frames with some very "Canadian" shots from one of my canoe trips in Algonquin Park, and two sets of straps for tying kayaks to a roof rack (something I heard Peter mention he needed just about every time he I watched him load the kayaks onto his car). Peter was touched, I was pleased.


Here are some other pictures from the race that were taken by Short Nic while she and Gemma were waiting in the kayak transition area...


